Winter

[willysilver]

It wasn't warm but it was pleasant. The wind was light and the air crisp. Willy needed nothing to guard against the weather but knew mortals would look at him strangely if he did not wear a jacket. So he wore his leather with the buckles and studs that he was so fond of. It was punk as punk could be and was a signature look for him. He wore a black Blue Oyster Cult t-shirt, black jeans, black belt- his uniform, practically. The only color was his white forelock and the silver triple moon earring he wore that was so shiny it glinted in the merry light.

The London Eye was a popular destination. The sun was only just beginning to set and people clammored to ride the wheel to see the sunset over the Thames. Willy played not far from the queue. Tonight it was his violin that filled the air with music.

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama, any way you feel
Ooh, ooh mama rock me...

He sang the original, not the newer country version. Willy was quite partial to the Old Crow Medicine Show's repertoire.

He was to meet Winter soon and they would spend the night together. Willy had promised the little one dinner and was thinking Indian food would be a delicious treat. On an autum night like this perhaps a pumpkin curry. He kept his eyes out for the pixie, unsure if he would have taken his potion or not.

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[willysilver]

"Winter, dear, I believe that might be the truth," Willy said. "He did not have your best interests at heart."

He said little on the matter, but he was aware of the way Winter shied away from touch. Willy could see clearly how he'd been abused and it made the fae sad for him. Such a lovely little creature, twisted and used by a vile, twisted wizard.

[winter_wisp]

Winter wilted at that, but nodded. He knew that was true- He simply didn't like to think about it. ...He didn't like to think of Aspid at all.

Quiet, he settled against Willy as they danced, embracing the fae he now felt was family. A brother he hadn't known he needed.

[willysilver]

Willy held him and swayed with the rhythm of the enchanted mortals. They continued to clap and sing and rejoice and Willy basked in it. And he waited for Winter to change. In truth it made little difference to him if the pixie was large or small. He cared for him all the same.

[winter_wisp]

Winter could feel it about to happen, and he let out a nervous sort of chirp- Right before fainting in Willy's arms.

He hated this part. He hated it more than anything.

[willysilver]

Willy caught him and held him, gentle and strong at the same time. His arms stayed around Winter even as he began to shrink, clothes and all. Only the shoes remained mortal-sized.

As Winter changed back to being pixie-sized Willy cast a glamour so that none of the mortals in the shop would notice them or pay them any mind. He did everything in his power to protect and care for his little ward.

[winter_wisp]

Winter woke with a start- but relaxed and smiled at the sight of Willy.

"Will you take me home, fae Willy?" he asked, sitting in the fae's palm as he spoke.

[willysilver]

"Of course, petal," Willy said warmly. He rose and kept Winter close and when he stepped outside he hid him inside his jacket. The cream had worn off and he was quite sober as he walked with lanky, long steps back to the bike.

"Will you be all right in my pocket?" he asked. "Close to my heart? It may be dark..."

[winter_wisp]

"I am fine, Willy. I am warm and safe here," the pixie cooed, content and happy as he curled up and smiled to himself.

"It is safe here- Safe, and warm."

[willysilver]

Willy smiled and nodded. Once he was on the bike he made sure Winter was secure, safe and warm as he said, then he raced off into the night. It was chilly but not uncomfortably so- just the snap that foretold a change in season. Willy relished it and enjoyed the wind in his hair.

At home he eased the bike into the narrow alley that widened just a bit in front of the cottage door. Willy loved his home, the cottage hidden in the center of a block where mortal buildings had grown up around it. It was a comfortable home, a home he had had for so many years it was almost beyond comprehension. Centuries. Centuries of London memories on the doorstep of Willy's home.

"And we arrive," he said, delicately freeing Winter so that they may go inside and tuck in for the night.

[winter_wisp]

Winter took off, fluttering off ahead and headed right to his bed.

"Will you sleep beside me tonight, Willy? Please," Winter chirped as he headed to his tiny closet to change.

[willysilver]

"If you wish," Willy replied. It was purely platonic and he thought nothing of agreeing. He was fae and had a lifetime of fae customs and attitudes forming who he was. He had been in love for mere months. Nothing...no time at all. And so when Winter asked to share sleep he said yes as he would to any brother.

He changed out of his boots and black garb and pulled on silk pyjama bottoms. Then he willed himself to be wee, his own wings flutteirng to take him to Winter's bedside.

"I dare say you have one of the finest beds I have ever slept in," he said warmly. "I think I should use the same sort of magic on my bed, though mine is quite nice as well."

[winter_wisp]

"It's wonderful, Willy. You have been very generous," Winter chirped, smiling brightly as he pulled on his pyjamas and climbed into bed. "Fortune was kind to bring you to me."

[willysilver]

"I agree. Great fortune," Willy agreed with a smile. He stretched out in Winter's bed, taking ownership of it- not that he meant to, he simply owned everything he touched. Such was the life of a prince. He made plenty of room for Winter to join him, though.

[winter_wisp]

Winter was warm as he settled in beside the fae, full of love and cheer as he clung to Willy and yawned loudly.

"Sweet dreams, Willy Silver," he said softly, his wings fluttering to stretch out, before folding close against his back.

[willysilver]

"And sweet dreams to you, my friend," Willy replied, settling in close as he settled in for the night.